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About Bologna

So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

So, we’re all celebrating, and I’m feeling on top of the world. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk.” Oh no, what now? I’m thinking, “Did I mess up?” I mean, I’m just trying to save lives here, not get fired!

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